[Dragon Warrior Chronicles] Part 5: Dark's Mental Breakdown (Episodes 24-26) Author: Half a Frog

[Main Story Part 5: Dark's Mental Breakdown, Episode 24: Forbidden Love] Chapter 1: Rebellion

My dissatisfaction with Ruyue wasn't about the Dragon Soul of the Dragon King. There was only one Dragon Soul, and given Ruyue and her father's strength, it was only a matter of time before they monopolized it. From the beginning, I knew it couldn't belong to me. I could only blame my limited abilities and inferior skills. What I resented was that Ruyue hadn't given any prior warning before starting her sixth transformation, silently disappearing to undergo metamorphosis. Recalling what I had done for Ruyue over the past year, I felt like I had been manipulated and used. After Ruyue began her sixth transformation and entered a long period of dormancy, Emperor Aura, who had neglected state affairs for nearly a year, returned to the forefront. At this time, news of a popular riot in the north arrived, causing an uproar throughout Fengdu City.

According to official news from Leto Province, the riot originated in a small town called Toreria near Dandin City, led by a man named William Wallace. Initially, the riots were confined to one city, but within days they spread to over a dozen nearby towns.

The Emperor's elder brother, Prince Ode, was the regional governor of the province of Leto, with his fief in Dantin. Shortly after the riots broke out, a coalition of his private army and local forces was dispatched to quell the rebellion. The decisive battle took place on the plains outside the town of Torreia.

However, four thousand well-trained and well-equipped soldiers were no match for the three thousand poorly equipped "rioters," resulting in a crushing defeat for the military. The rioters were commanded by an Imperial officer named William Wallace.

Fortunately, the "rebels" were few in number and unable to launch an attack on Dantin. Under Wallace's leadership, they retreated into the forest and waged guerrilla warfare. The Leto provincial garrison launched several attempts to quell the rebellion, all ending in failure. For the Empire, this rebellion was merely a mosquito bite on a giant; the damage was negligible, but the loss of prestige was incalculable.

Since its founding, the empire had enjoyed a peaceful and prosperous life, free from worries about food and clothing (according to propaganda). Following the new policies of Princess Ruyue, praise only intensified. The northern province of Leto boasted the most: to express their reverence for Princess Ruyue, the local people spontaneously raised funds to erect a statue of her in the central square of Dantin, the provincial capital. Now, however, this situation has turned all that boasting into irony.

While many opposed the new policies during Ruyue's reign, no one dared to voice their opinions. Now, in her slumbering transformation, discontent has begun to emerge in small groups.

The first to attack were the princes remaining in Fengdu City—the emperor's brothers. They were the biggest victims of Ruyue's new policies, and some even harbored a deep-seated hatred for her, so their tone was naturally harsh. Using the popular riot as a pretext, they openly accused the new policies of causing widespread poverty and desperation, forcing ordinary people to rise up in rebellion—in short, blaming everything on Ruyue. Besides these princes, other powerful noble families were among the loudest voices. Previously, they had been afraid to speak out for fear of Ruyue, but now that Emperor Aura was in power, this psychological barrier had been removed, and they seized the opportunity to launch a coordinated attack.

Following suit were a group of white-bearded, white-haired veterans, a group of rigid-minded old men long past retirement age. The future empress had shown them little respect recently, and these men understood that the new empress's ascension would be their end, so they decided to go all out, relying on their seniority for a final moment of glory.

However, most ministers remained neutral, observing the situation with a wait-and-see attitude, especially the emerging nobles led by Duke Himea, who remained silent and indifferent.

At this moment, Emperor Aura, as the supreme decision-maker, reacted in an even more perplexing way. Having confined himself to the training room in the inner palace for nearly a year, the emperor, upon resuming his rule, did not appear radiant as people had imagined; instead, he looked exhausted. I was already used to the emperor's old tricks; he sat slumped on his throne as usual, feigning drowsiness and half-deadness.

"Lin is too young and impulsive. But there's no need to rush; we have plenty of time… With the roads blocked by heavy snow and birds nowhere to be seen, the veracity of news from afar is highly questionable. Let's wait until the information is confirmed before taking any action!"

The emperor dismissed the matter with a simple "the situation is unclear," temporarily silencing everyone. After the court session, he secretly kept me behind. The head of the secret service, Lagus, was also summoned to a secret room with me. I inwardly groaned, thinking, "I've ridden your daughter around like a horse, refusing to buy a ticket after the ride. If I'm asked to pay, I'm in big trouble." Ruyue was a woman with extremely strong control over her physical desires; for her, intimacy with men was merely a means of releasing stress. Although my relationship with her was excellent until a month ago, if you count on your fingers, from the second time we slept together until now, the average number of times we'd met and had sex was less than once a month. We didn't even allow each other to hug or kiss on ordinary days.

Despite the infrequent meetings, this matter couldn't be kept from the Emperor. What should I do if he forced me to send my wife away and marry Ruyue? Fortunately, the Emperor kept me here not for this matter. His purpose in keeping me was to have me deal with his elder brother, Prince Aud, who lived in Dandenong.

"Do you know, Marquis Schneider, that this rebellion is inextricably linked to Prince Aud!"

Lagus, who was standing nearby, dispelled my doubts for the Emperor. He handed me a report, which I quickly glanced through and finally understood the truth behind the riot.

After Ruyue implemented her new policies, the fiscal situation in Leto Province did indeed improve significantly. However, the aftereffects of her hasty actions were slowly becoming apparent. For farmers in several northern provinces of the empire, this year was a disastrous one. First, they suffered a once-in-a-century drought, with most of their crops withering and dying. A torrential rain finally brought some relief. They thought they could use this opportunity to plant a second crop, but shortly after the rain came an even more devastating disaster—a locust plague!

Leto Province was one of the hardest-hit provinces, with almost no harvest that year. This created a major problem: Ruyue's loan policy involved the state providing low-interest loans to farmers to invest in production, to be repaid in the fall. However, with the crop failure this year, how would the indebted commoners repay their debts?

Someone promptly wrote about this on the notice wall in Shenlong Square, reminding Ruyue of the situation. Ruyue then ordered all loans to the affected provinces to be halved and repayments to be suspended, while simultaneously allocating large quantities of grain to various provinces for disaster relief. However, Prince Ode, the regional governor in charge of Leto province, disregarded Kisaragi's order to postpone loan repayments and brazenly seized relief supplies, reselling them for exorbitant profits. While commoners ate wild vegetables and roots to survive, vast quantities of grain piled up in warehouses across the country, rotting and decaying.

The empire was founded on military strength, and its people were known for their martial spirit; ordinary citizens were not lambs to the slaughter. As winter approached, starting in the town of Torreia, several thousand starving and freezing citizens looted the government granaries, stealing large quantities of grain. With this leader, several nearby cities followed suit, igniting the sparks of rebellion.

"On the surface, these riots appear to be nothing more than a few large-scale acts of looting. However, our department there reports that someone is secretly instigating and driving these riots."

"Is it Prince Ode?"

Lagus shook his head. "There's no direct evidence yet. But his initial handling of the riots was very inappropriate! Instead of reflecting on his actions, appeasing the people, and taking remedial measures, he foolishly sent troops to suppress them, killing many people. This caused public outrage, leading to a mutiny within the army and escalating the situation further."

The so-called "killing many people" actually refers to Prince Ode's two thousand personal guards massacring starving civilians in the town of Torreia. The atrocities aroused the dissatisfaction of some righteous soldiers in other local armies. William Wallace, a centurion of the nearby garrison, witnessed this bloody scene and, out of righteous indignation, stood up, defying orders and leading a group of indignant subordinates to intervene. After a chaotic battle, Prince Ode's personal guards were defeated and retreated.

If Ruyue and the Emperor had handled Wallace's actions, he might have been rewarded with good fortune. However, in the province of Leto, where Prince Auder held absolute power, his righteous act became a heinous "mutiny" and "rebellion." Wallace himself understood this, so after settling the local residents, he led his "rebellious" men into the forest to avoid the impending "suppression" campaign.

After retreating into the forest, Wallace didn't quietly hide and resign himself to fate; instead, he roamed around, attacking and looting granaries to continue aiding the starving civilians. His actions gained the support of the local people, and the "rebellion" grew rapidly. However, Wallace was only driven by righteous indignation and forced onto the path of "rebellion"; he remained loyal to the Empire and the Emperor. While committing "illegal" acts, he also sent messengers to report everything that was happening in Leto province. When the messenger arrived in Wind City, Ruyue was undergoing her sixth transformation. The letter was given to Arland, who then passed it on to the Emperor.

The letter was essentially a self-justification for the "rebellion," a declaration of loyalty to the Emperor, and an accusation against Prince Odd. Wallace stated in the letter that if the Emperor sent an imperial envoy to relieve the people's suffering and punished Prince Odd accordingly, he would not only surrender immediately but also bind himself before the Emperor to accept punishment. Fortunately for him, less than a day after Wallace's messenger arrived in Wind City, a report from the Black Hawk Knights arrived. The head of Lagus's branch in Leto Province was also a man of principle; he had not colluded with Prince Odd, and his report corroborated Wallace's words.

After reading the documents Lagus gave me, I finally understood the cause and effect of this incident. I found it very strange. Everything stemmed from Prince Aude; a simple order from the Emperor to punish him and then send someone to appease the people would have quelled the unrest. Even if the Emperor didn't trust Wallace and truly wanted to use force against these "rebellious" soldiers, mobilizing local troops from the surrounding provinces of Leto would have been more than enough. Why summon me to participate in this matter? Did the Emperor intend to deploy the newly formed Young Guard? Wasn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?

I was deeply puzzled. The Emperor tossed me a letter, and upon picking it up, I was stunned.

The letter was from Prince Aude to the Emperor, and most of it, of course, described the "riot" and "rebellion" from his own perspective, offering a different version of events. At the end, he urgently requested the Emperor to send me, the esteemed Deputy Commander, to personally quell the rebellion in the north.

After the Battle of Gas, I had offended every noble family member in the Fabier clan, from top to bottom. Prince Ode naturally didn't like me either, but this time in his letter, he lavished praise on me, saying that only a peerless general like me could quell the rebellion.

"Could it be that someone in his family drowned in Gas? Is he trying to lure me there to kill me? But during the Imperial Defense War a few years ago, Leto Province didn't experience any fighting, so I shouldn't have any grudge against him, right?"

Just as I was pondering Prince Ode's intentions, Lagus, at the Emperor's signal, quietly slipped out and closed the door.

As the door clicked shut, I cried out in alarm. Without outsiders, the Emperor would definitely bring up Ruyue's matter with me.

I cautiously probed the emperor's thoughts, saying, "Your Majesty, no matter what, this is just a minor rebellion. Sending an inspector, along with the cooperation of local troops, focusing on appeasement and using force as a supplement, should be enough to quell the situation. If I, as the deputy commander, were to handle it personally, it would be using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, only causing widespread speculation and panic among the people, which would be counterproductive. Moreover, this matter involves the royal family; it seems inappropriate for an outsider like me to get involved."

As soon as I finished speaking, two gazes fell upon my face, and the emperor sneered, "Outsider? At this point, you still dare to call yourself an outsider in front of me? Do you think I don't know about you and Lin?"

Upon hearing this, cold sweat immediately ran down my back, and I quickly stood up and knelt down to beg for forgiveness. No matter what, I had ultimately slept with the emperor's daughter; I was in the wrong no matter what.

I only heard the Emperor grit his teeth in my ear, saying, "Dak. Xiunaida, you ungrateful wretch! If it weren't for Lin pleading for you, if it weren't for Gina's sake, if it weren't for... I would have already... Sigh!"

After several "ifs," his voice suddenly softened, becoming gentle and even hinting at age.

"Gina is right, the affairs of young people should be decided by the young themselves! Get up..."

This was the second time; he had been gritting his teeth at me just moments before, but his attitude had suddenly softened in the blink of an eye. Ever since that calamity, I've become increasingly unable to fathom the Emperor's temper.

The Emperor spoke to me gently, "Since Lin has chosen you, you are no longer an outsider. Let me tell you some things about my family..."

"I have thirteen brothers. My eldest brother, Ode, is a man of some ambition. Unfortunately, he didn't inherit the power of the three-headed golden dragon, which has always been a source of resentment for him, though he is somewhat self-aware."

The Emperor opened the window, and a blast of cold air immediately filled the hall, chillingly cold. Under the eaves and on the window frame hung icicles of varying sizes. The Emperor reached out, pried off an icicle, and toyed with it in his hand.

"For the past twenty years, my eldest brother has been somewhat restless in his territory, but it's only been minor mischief. Perhaps he's been plotting some absolutely impossible schemes to console himself... I can tolerate that. I am the Emperor; I should have the magnanimity to allow others to daydream!"

The Emperor gazed at the slowly melting icicle in his hand, a strange, cold smile on his face. I thought to myself: Are you indirectly referring to me and my father? You've known all along about the schemes Dad plotted back then, haven't you?

I asked, "Your Majesty, is someone being dishonest lately, and do you want me, an outsider who isn't an outsider, to help you solve this problem?"

The Emperor turned around and shook his head, saying, "What happened in Leto Province is very strange and unexpected! My elder brother isn't that stupid; what he's doing now is simply courting death! I've always treated him well. Although his losses from Lin's new policies this past year are considerable, they're much less than others. Out of consideration for him being my elder brother, I've tried my best to compensate him in other areas! But news from Lagus says that this guy has been very dishonest lately, extremely dishonest..."

He turned back to me and said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

I nodded gently. It was very cold. Kneeling on the ground, I tried hard to regulate my breathing, carefully concealing my tension and fear.

With a "sizzle," the Emperor channeled his dragon power, a small flame igniting in his palm. The intense heat, reaching several hundred degrees, instantly melted and vaporized the ice spikes. He stomped around me, his hands behind his back.

"I don't believe my elder brother would be foolish enough to do something so stupid, unless—"

A finger touched my temple, gently rubbing it.

"Eh, you're sweating? Are you hot?"

I remained kneeling, neither answering nor turning my head. I knew very well that the Emperor of Aura wasn't a fool, much less an idiot… In fact, until now, I had been completely manipulated by him. After

gently pricking me, the Emperor didn't dwell on the sweat, continuing,

"Marquis of Xiunaida, my good son-in-law, you are different from my elder brother! You are talented, and incredibly audacious, daring to do anything and say anything… You make me even more uncomfortable than him… Fortunately, you have one advantage: you have no ambition! That's why I've tolerated your shortcomings until now."

After gently patting my shoulder, he raised his voice slightly and said, "On another note, if you were a subservient, obsequious person, not only Lin, but even I would look down on you! Lin has liked you since childhood precisely because of this. Fortunately, she can keep you in check, so for her sake... Ugh, there's no need to kneel anymore, stand up!"

I stood up and glanced at the Emperor. He had a kind smile on his face and was looking at me with appreciative eyes. I wondered what he meant by looking at me like that—was he trying to trick me into risking my life as cannon fodder, or did he genuinely value me? Psychologically, I naturally chose the former.

Seeing me raise my head, the Emperor steered the conversation to the main point.

"What do you think caused my elder brother to take such a risk and do something like this?"

I answered without hesitation, "Unless he possesses the strength to fight against the Dragon Warriors... but that seems unlikely..."

The Empire's greatest foundation is the Dragon Warriors' prestige among the people, and the people's almost blind trust in them. Unless the Dragon Warrior can be defeated and his prestige among the people destroyed, any cunning conspiracy will ultimately fail.

The Emperor nodded and said, "Lin acted too quickly... Actually, when Lin hanged those people half a year ago, she had already discussed it with me beforehand, and I strongly opposed her actions! But I didn't expect her to disobey my orders, to take this step behind my back!"

The Emperor turned his back again, looked up at the leaden sky outside the window, and sighed to himself, "But then again, more than twenty years ago, it was precisely because of many concerns that I ultimately failed—you have Keith's memories, so you must know all this! Lin saw this, so from the beginning, she went to extremes! I know she did this to force herself into a situation where there were no scruples and no way out..."

I seized the opportunity to add, "Strong medicine for a serious illness! I understand her! But she did act a bit too hastily. The painful period may be long, but as long as she gets through it, everything should be alright!"

"My good son-in-law, you're right! A serious illness requires strong medicine! Lin was too young, too impulsive, and left too hastily, causing herself many unnecessary difficulties… But it's alright, we'll make up for her shortcomings…"

Every time Emperor Aura mentioned Ruyue, he didn't act like an emperor anymore; his tone and mannerisms were like a father worrying about his daughter. He was both my son-in-law and "us," showering me with such favor, which made me both afraid and suspicious. I was afraid he wanted me to drive away the woman in my home, but suspicious because of his closeness to me—was he planning to create some kind of problem for me?

The Emperor's right hand landed on my shoulder, patting me lightly in an encouraging manner. Emperor Aura looked at me with expectant eyes, his smile full of warmth. He spoke to me like a father-in-law to his son-in-law: "That's settled then, my good son-in-law! The affairs of Leto Province are now entirely in your hands! The Youth Guard has just been established, and we'll need them to accomplish great things in the future. Take this opportunity to train them in the north!"

I nodded vigorously in the manner of a "son-in-law," my feelings extremely strange.

"This time, I'm sending you to Dandin not to quell the rebellion, but to investigate what my elder brother An is up to! You won't be alone on this mission. Who you take and how many men you take is entirely up to you! I'm giving you the autonomy to decide! At the same time, I will have Lagus cooperate with your actions and recall Josie as soon as possible to give him a helping hand."

The Silver Winged Dragon Josie was not in Fengdu at the moment. Two months ago, he had been sent to another region on official business by Ruyue and would not be back for another half month. In my heart, he was the best person to handle the Leto Province incident.

After solemnly assigning the task, the emperor added coldly,

"Once you get there, if you find that my brother has indeed been dishonest... it's freezing cold, so don't bother bringing him back to Fengdu. Just deal with him on the spot!"

"Deal with him on the spot? I understand, but how far is that?"

The emperor sneered, "Treason is punishable by the execution of the entire family, leaving no one alive!"

I shuddered, genuinely frightened by him. Ruyue's methods were already ruthless enough, but I never imagined her father could be just as heartless when he got angry. The thought of having to deal with this wolfish father and daughter for the rest of my life was chilling.

As I left the room, a low murmur drifted to my ear.

"Brother, you asked for this... I also need a chicken from the Horror Monkey!"

[Main Story Part 5: Dark's Mental Fall - Episode 24: Forbidden Love] Chapter 2: Brigitte's Ordeal

The Emperor ordered me to depart in three days. After accepting the mission, I first consulted with the head of the secret service about our cooperation. He gave me information about Prince Aud. Prince Aud had two sons and two daughters; one daughter died at the hands of a vampire several years ago. When I first met Melia, she was commissioned by him to hunt down vampires. According to the information Lagus gave me, this guy didn't seem like the type to scheme or plot.

Back home, I first summoned Gecko. The main point of our discussion was why Emperor Aura specifically requested me to handle this matter personally. This seemed highly illogical. We talked all day but couldn't come to a conclusion.

The Emperor is right. In the past year, Ruyue has wielded the sword with ruthless cruelty, and Prince Auder suffered the fewest losses; his family wasn't punished either. He shouldn't be foolish enough to plot a rebellion. As for seeking revenge against me… I annihilated all sides in the Battle of Gas, and he, far to the north, was unharmed. He has no chance to cut in line for harming me

. After returning home, I discussed this with Sheila, but she couldn't understand the underlying reasons either. It's infuriating that Little Kristin and Bordeaux aren't in Wind City right now; otherwise, taking them along would have made things much safer. Half a year ago, when Aunt Brigitte left Wind City, my good brother Bordeaux was taken away by her. Little Kristin, following his ancestor's example, had already left Wind City to wander and cultivate elsewhere; now, no one knows his whereabouts.

Three days later, Gecko and I, leading three thousand young guards, quietly left Wind City. Dandin is about twenty days' journey from Wind City. With the heavy snowfall today blocking the roads, it would take at least forty days, or even longer, to reach there at normal marching speed. Two months ago, 30,000 newly recruited soldiers were taken to Alas Province in the north for three months of special training. Those remaining in the camps outside Wind City are only newly enlisted and of relatively poor quality. However, taking these 3,000 under-trained men from the camp was merely a cover; the troops actually accompanying me to Leto Province on this mission are the troops currently undergoing special training in Alas Province.

The journey from the Alas Province base to Dandin is only ten days, and considering the heavy winter snow, it should take at most twenty days. This army is undergoing special training for winter warfare; both their clothing and transportation are equipped for winter marches and operations, making them perfectly suited for this mission. Now, with the freezing weather and snow-covered roads, without specialized equipment, my 3,000 men won't get far before the harsh weather freezes them to death on the road.

After leaving Fengdu and marching north for two days, Overmas and I separated from the army and went our separate ways. As agreed beforehand, the three thousand men we left behind would continue our slow, "tortuous" advance towards Leto Province. Overmas's mission was to lead a small personal guard to Arras Province as quickly as possible to mobilize the army. Now the deputy commander of the Young Guard, he carried the emperor's mobilization order and held command of the troops. I, on the other hand, would travel alone, unburdened by the army, and relying on my enhanced strength after the Sixth Transformation, I could reach Dantin in just a few days.

I still haven't figured out the true intentions of Prince Ode and the Emperor, and I harbor suspicion and distrust towards both of them. Therefore, my plan is that upon arriving in Dandenong, I won't immediately reveal my identity—and unless absolutely necessary, I don't even want to deal with the Black Hawk Knights' spies. I will quietly hide in the shadows, thoroughly investigating Prince Ode's background, and only reveal myself when Overmas arrives with his army. For the current situation, this is the safest strategy.

The further north I go, the colder the weather becomes; with frost and snow, even the rivers are frozen. The weather has been relatively clear these past few days, without heavy snowfall, but it's still freezing cold. However, thanks to the power of my Dragon Warrior Sixth Transformation, this cold is nothing to me.

Due to the climate, three-quarters of the Empire's population lives in the warmer south, and towns are relatively scarce in the north; often, you can't see a town for dozens of kilometers. Compared to the predominantly plains south, the north has more hills and mountains. Leto, where the riots occurred, is a typical hilly province, characterized by its mountainous terrain, limited arable land, and dense forests; it has been described since ancient times as having "eight parts mountains, one part water, and one part farmland.

" To save time, I traveled frantically for several days. When I was about a day's journey from Dantin, it was nearly dusk, and I was utterly exhausted. Having missed towns due to my focus on speed, I had no choice but to build a makeshift snow hut in the wilderness and sleep there.

The next morning, I awoke to bright sunshine; the snow had just stopped, and the sky was a clear, bright blue. The nearby mountains were all covered in snow, which, in the cold wind, appeared like wisps of silk dancing in the distance. Looking around, the vast land was a silver-clad expanse. Looking down from the sky, the sunlight reflected off the snow, creating iridescent halos, and the mountains and rocks, in their myriad shapes, took on different appearances under the blanket of white snow.

The snow had just cleared, and the scenery was at its most beautiful. Transformed into a four-winged fallen angel, I gently flapped my wings, floating in the air and gliding forward on the wind. However, I hadn't flown far when suddenly a deafening thunderclap boomed overhead.

"In broad daylight, without a cloud in the sky, how can there be lightning?"

Before I could react, a bolt of purple lightning tore through the blue sky, striking hard in the distance. When I looked up, the azure sky had instantly turned a terrifying dark gray.

"Another heavenly tribulation?"

As this thought crossed my mind, the lightning multiplied, then multiplied again, covering the clear sky once more with demonic lightning.

"It really is a heavenly tribulation! The dog emperor is in Fengdu, the old Red-Armored Dragon is in Solomon Fortress, so the one facing this tribulation now must be…"

The thought that the one facing this tribulation might be my most respected Aunt Brigitte filled me with anxiety. I rushed towards the direction where the lightning had struck, disregarding everything else.

About a kilometer away, where the lightning had struck, lay a dense forest. The harbinger of the Heavenly Tribulation had just appeared when Bi Ji, who was to face it, immediately used a secret technique left behind by the Wise Sage to conceal her aura. Unable to sense her dragon power, I couldn't pinpoint her location. Fortunately, the lightning strike was extremely powerful; upon impact, it ignited a massive fire, billowing black smoke, making it easily identifiable.

"Auntie!"

I found Bi Ji beside a fallen tree. Concentrating intently on entering a state of perfect harmony with nature, she was unaware of my arrival. Kneeling on the ground, she breathed heavily, a large pool of blood before her, a shockingly red sight. The previous lightning strike had struck Bi Ji without warning, leaving her completely unprepared and severely injured. The

cloudless sky was filled with lightning and thunder, a sudden gust of wind rising, and countless bolts of lightning coalesced into a massive vortex, slowly rotating—a scene strikingly similar to the Emperor's ordeal. The only difference was that the lightning in the sky wasn't as ferocious as before; clearly, this Heavenly Tribulation was much weaker.

To avoid affecting Brigitte, I raised my power to its peak, drew my Reverse Scale, and stood guard beside her. Lightning bolts rained down relentlessly, and large trees around us groaned and fell in agony. I wielded my Reverse Scale, blocking and defending against several bolts of lightning aimed directly at her.

This tribulation wasn't particularly powerful, so the preceding attacks were correspondingly weaker. Aside from the incredibly fierce first strike, the subsequent lightning strikes were merely equivalent to level four and a half lightning magic, with low frequency and accuracy. Only a very few bolts struck Brigitte directly, making them relatively easy for me to handle.

However, as the lightning continued to strike wave after wave, the frequency increased, the focus became more concentrated and precise, and the power gradually rose to level five, making it extremely difficult for me to withstand.

"Heavenly tribulation is, after all, a force of nature. Even if it's a precursor and its power has weakened, with such a high frequency of attacks, once the power rises to level seven, it will be difficult for me to withstand it all! Auntie is more fragile than a child now. If she doesn't block even one attack, even level three or four magic will cause fatal damage!"

Lying on the ground, Brigitte's breathing gradually became steady. She had entered the initial stage of oneness with heaven and man, but she still needed at least a minute to reach the complete state.

"This minute won't be easy to endure!"

I managed to block the first wave of attacks, but the vortex of lightning in the sky still showed no signs of weakening. The next round of attacks would definitely be even stronger. Now that I'm alone, I can't cast Heavenly Net...

"Auntie is so good to me. I can't watch her die under the heavenly tribulation like this! I'll risk it all and use that move!" Gritting

my teeth, I took advantage of the gap before the second wave of attacks to use Divine Dragon Transformation, completely transforming my body into a dragon once again.

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"Crack... Awooo..."

The deafening roar of lightning mingled with the high-pitched dragon's cry. I, transformed into a dragon, hovered above Brigitte's head, shielding her from wave after wave of heavenly lightning.

"The power has increased to level six! It's so numb... The power has risen to level seven! Demon Seal, come out! Black Dragon Cannon, blast!"

"Ugh, wave after wave, it's never-ending!"

"The Demon Seal is about to collapse!"

"Ugh... It's almost level eight, I can't hold on anymore, waah... Run! No, what will happen to Auntie if I run away? I can still withstand the power of level seven! Just hold on for a few more seconds... I'll fight! Demon Seal, come out again!" Wave

after wave of heavenly lightning bombarded down, its power constantly increasing. I gritted my teeth and, in my strongest dark dragon form, blocked nearly a hundred attacks in just one minute.

"If only someone could help me... Waaah, I was so close..."

By now, the protective dragon scales had been riddled with holes by the heavenly lightning, and my injured internal organs were burning with excruciating pain. Meanwhile, Brigitte's condition was gradually improving; in a few more seconds, she would be able to enter the complete state of "unity of heaven and man."

However, the final blow from the sky struck at this moment—three blue-white lightning balls merged into one in the air, forming a ball the size of a table, and fell like a meteor, heading straight for Brigitte. Its power had now exceeded the limit of seventh-level magic.

I knew that I had no chance of resisting such a powerful attack, having already suffered heavy injuries and greatly reduced strength.

"Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I would have used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique from the beginning!"

There was no time to use this technique to stimulate my body now. Relying on a moment of bloodlust, without thinking, I risked being shattered to pieces, pouring all my remaining strength into my protective aura, and flew upwards at high speed, directly colliding with the heavenly lightning.

My dragon avatar is on the verge of collapse. I don't expect this near-suicidal act to withstand the blow, but if I can just deflect the lightning bolt off course, Aunt Brigitte on the ground can be saved.

In the face of life and death, my full potential was unleashed. A new power surged from my blood—a power that shouldn't have appeared in my Dragon Warrior form, especially in the form closest to "dragon"—the power of the fallen angel from the demon race within my blood!

I possess two powers within me: the power of the dragon and the power of the fallen angel from the demon race. Because these two powers are extreme and mutually repulsive, not only can the two transformations not occur simultaneously, but the dragon power and demonic energy cannot circulate at the same time. However, in this life-or-death moment, the two forces that had been resisting each other unexpectedly relinquished their repulsion. The power of the fallen angel surging from my blood, though only a small portion, was incredibly precious to me, who was on the verge of collapse.

Moreover, after the dragon power and demonic energy merged, another change occurred. The limited power within me violently expanded, increased, and exploded, instantly surpassing the peak limits of my physical abilities.

"My power exploded... This feeling is exactly the same as when I unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Fist in the past. It's him, he's appeared again!"

I never dreamed that I would make such a major breakthrough under these circumstances. Overjoyed, at the last moment before the impact, I used a secret technique passed down by my ancestor to simulate my body's dark attribute as lightning.

Using lightning to counter lightning, like repels like, my almost suicidal collision successfully deflected the final blow of the heavenly lightning. The lightning ball changed its trajectory, falling hundreds of meters away and exploding on the ground.

By using Heavenly Annihilation to defy the laws of nature and forcibly simulate my body as lightning, the damage I suffered was greatly reduced. But an eighth-level lightning strike isn't so easy to avoid. Although I escaped the fate of being shattered, my body was severely injured by the electric shock. My falling body was still in the process of transforming from a dragon into a human, blood was gushing from my seven orifices, and my consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.
[Main Story Part 5: Dark's Mental Breakdown, Episode 24: Forbidden Love] Chapter 3: Survival After the Catastrophe

I kept having the same dream.

Countless fragments of memories flashed through my mind: a vast expanse of white snow, a father colder than snow, a boy buried in a snowdrift, crying helplessly, an angel sent by heaven to save me, a gentle bosom and that mouthful of sweet milk…

The clearest feeling in the dream was cold. From that day in my youth, this nightmare had haunted me for many years. As a child, I especially hated winter, and even more so, snow. On cold winter nights, even with a fireplace and thick down comforters, the room is warm as spring. Yet, in my dreams, a chill seeps from my very bones, scraping against my soul like icy blades, causing unbearable pain.

Fortunately, in each nightmare, a beautiful and gentle angel appears, warming my body with her embrace, allowing me to peacefully pass the long night.

After my father's death, I never had this dream again; the unhappiness of my childhood seemed to have faded into the torrent of time.

But this time, when my body was at its weakest, the nightmare clung to me again, and I fell back into that cold, white world. This time, my angel appeared just in time, her body embracing me tightly, the feeling more real than ever before. The

warmth emanating from the "angel" was like the winter sun, comforting and wonderfully so. I wished I could stay asleep forever, never to wake up.

In my hazy state, I knew I was teetering on the edge of life and death.

"No! I can't die! An angel is protecting me, I won't die!"

Struggling on the edge of death for who knows how long, clutching my "angel," I screamed in my dream, tearing through the darkness and finally waking up.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a kind and peaceful face, with soft facial lines and a motherly smile. It was Aunt Brigitte, my angel.

The scene before me felt like a replay of a childhood dream. I was naked, huddled in a sleeping bag with Aunt Brigitte. The sensations on my body told me that Aunt Brigitte was only wearing a set of underwear, "sleeping" with me.

"Am I dreaming?"

I bit my tongue hard; the pain told me it was all real. So many years had passed, and long-faded childhood memories had become clear again.

"This feeling, this warm feeling, it's so good!"

Our faces were pressed together, chests pressed together, limbs intertwined, closer than ever. My eyes slowly moved, scanning my surroundings. I dared not move, afraid that the slightest sound would wake Aunt Brigitte and ruin this beautiful moment. However, I was extremely weak, lacking even the strength to turn over.

Brigitte and I were in a cave, huddled together in a thick leather sleeping bag I had brought, covered by a heavy mink coat. When I left the army to travel, to lighten my load, I only carried a winter sleeping bag, a change of underwear, and the mink coat given to me by Kayura.

After enduring the heavenly tribulation, I was severely injured, and Aunt Brigitte must have used healing magic to heal me without hesitation. However, even after completing her seventh transformation, her wind (air) attribute limited her healing magic skills. I checked; my body had been healed by the light attribute magic "Golden Radiance," a healing spell somewhere between level five and six.

"Golden Radiance" is very effective at treating superficial wounds, but its effectiveness is greatly reduced when healing severe internal injuries, requiring prolonged use to achieve better results. From an energy consumption perspective, using this method is extremely unwise, but for Brigitte, it was already the limit of her abilities.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but judging from the hunger in my stomach, I slept for at least a day and a night. Brigitte, already severely injured, overused her dragon power, resulting in a significant depletion of her energy. I used the little energy I had recovered to probe Brigitte's body and found her unusually weak, showing signs of overexertion and the use of life magic. To save me, she further injured herself, her physical condition even worse than mine.

Dawn was approaching, and a biting wind relentlessly poured in from the cave entrance, howling. It was snowing heavily outside. In this cold season, even wearing a thick fur coat, standing in the cold wind for ten seconds would quickly freeze one into a stiff, lifeless shape. Despite the fire, sleeping bags, and mink coats protecting us from the cold, we still felt a bone-chilling cold.

"Auntie, you had no choice but to do this... I feel sorry for you..."

Unfortunately, I'm now a man taller than Brigitte, and I can no longer snuggle into her arms like I did when I was a child. But the feeling of lying side by side with Brigitte, embracing her, is wonderful.

"It feels so warm, like Mom..."

I thought for a moment, then closed my eyes, relaxed, and nestled comfortably in my aunt's arms, letting this warm feeling continue.

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When I woke up again, it was already bright. I quietly climbed out of the sleeping bag. Brigitte was still fast asleep; she was exhausted from overworking herself, and my movements didn't disturb her.

Leaving Brigitte's warm embrace, the chill that hit me immediately sent goosebumps up my skin. I quickly put on the mink coat Kayura had given me. The campfire beside me had burned down to a pile of glowing embers. I added some dry wood to reignite the flames. Not far from the fire lay a dead fawn, presumably hunted by Brigitte a few days ago. In this freezing world, it would be our only food for the next few days.

"Damn it, I never imagined our biggest problem right now wouldn't be serious injuries, but the bitter cold!"

After checking our luggage, I realized that Brigitte and I had made the same mistake: we were severely lacking in warm clothing!

Initially, relying on our increased power after the sixth and seventh transformations, we were only wearing thin autumn clothes, completely disregarding the bitter cold. I wouldn't have brought my mink coat at all if Sheila hadn't insisted (for convenience).

When I shielded Brigitte from the heavenly tribulation, I used the Divine Dragon Transformation, and all my clothes were shattered; now I'm only wearing underwear. Brigitte is in even worse shape; her luggage was ignited by the first strike of the heavenly lightning, burning everything, and her clothes were also scorched and torn to shreds.

If we were in peak condition, this cold wouldn't be a problem. But now, severely injured and completely powerless, it will take at least six or seven days to recover some strength. In this freezing weather, in the middle of nowhere, we might actually freeze to death in a cave.

The thought of freezing to death made me feel both ridiculous and laughable, and I couldn't help but give a self-deprecating bitter laugh. I put on my leather boots, which had been torn by the dragon transformation, picked up the Reverse Scale, and stepped out of the cave. Until my strength returned, we could only rely on the most primitive method of keeping warm by making a fire to ward off the bitter cold. Once I was out of the cave carrying the Reverse Scale, I realized how terrible my situation was.

"So cold, ugh..."

Even with my coat covering me, the biting wind made my teeth chatter, and I longed to turn around and run back to my warm sleeping bag.

The snow had just stopped, and the snow-covered landscape shimmered under the sunlight, dazzling my eyes. But I had long lost any interest in appreciating the snow. Outside the cave was a forest, a deciduous forest, with bare branches covered only in snow.

As I cut down trees, the snow on the branches was shaken off, sliding down my neck and sticking to my back, adding insult to injury and making my suffering even worse. The Reverse Scale was swift and deadly, but in the hands of a "mortal," it was less effective than a broken axe at chopping down trees. Lacking strength, I could only use it to hack at branches. Within minutes, my calves, exposed outside my coat, were frozen solid, like two sausages, completely numb.

"Ugh, it's freezing! Hehehe..."

I gritted my teeth and chopped down seven or eight large branches before dragging myself desperately back to the cave. It was so cold; the chill seeped up from under my coat, even my "little brother" was numb and aching. People say a plucked phoenix is no better than a chicken; I, without the power of a dragon warrior, was frozen solid in the blink of an eye. I

practically tumbled back to the cave, sat by the fire, and wished I could throw myself into it to warm up. Only a few minutes had passed since I went out, yet a thin layer of ice had formed on my calves. Not only my legs, but every exposed part of my body was frozen numb.

Just then, Brigitte's voice rang out behind me: "You're so cold, you can't just warm yourself up by the fire. Get back in your sleeping bag!"

The noise I made woke Brigitte, and seeing my condition, she understood what had happened.

Cold and incoherent, I refused, "Auntie, hehehe...don't...hehehe...I've already wronged you...hehehe..."

"Come in, listen to me! You're like this, your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't stay cold!"

I tried to refuse again, but Brigitte's hand was already on my shoulder, forcibly pulling me into the sleeping bag. Actually, my refusal was just an act; after a little insistence from her, I was "forcefully" dragged into the sleeping bag.

"Take off your coat!"

I took off my coat, and Brigitte even took off her only undergarment, and then we were both naked, rolling around in a ball.

"You're injured like this and you still ran out? Are you crazy?"

"Hehehe... the firewood's almost burned out."

"Even if it's burned out, I'll still chop it. You're so badly injured!"

"Hehehe... but Auntie, you're severely weakened. Your condition, hehehe... is worse than mine, hehehe..."

"Stop talking, hold me tight!"

As soon as I crawled into my sleeping bag, Brigitte opened her arms and pulled me into her embrace. Her full breasts pressed against my chest. Only my chest area still had some warmth, and it was also the most sensitive spot. In this intimate contact, I could clearly feel the elasticity of her breasts and the firmness of her nipples. She endured the coldness of my body, trying to maximize the contact between our bodies. Her warm thighs rubbed against my frozen calves, and her hands caressed my body, trying to transfer warmth to me as much as possible.

"Your face is so cold! Come on, quickly put it on Auntie's chest!"

"Auntie, this..."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? You've already drunk Auntie's milk, this isn't the first time."

In her haste, Auntie even brought up my childhood memories. She pressed my head down, pulling me into the sleeping bag, half-forced, half-willing, my face pressed against Auntie's breasts again after many years.

"This scent, it's my mother's scent! Ah, I finally understand why I have a mother complex, it's because of Auntie!"

The scene before me was a complete replay of that childhood moment. Auntie Brigitte's hands covered my ears, which were almost frozen off, and after absorbing the heat, they gradually regained sensation. My nose was nestled between those two mounds of flesh, my nostrils filled with Auntie's alluring scent. Auntie held me, trying her best to rub my frozen body against her own. To save me, she had long forgotten the difference between men and women. In her eyes, I was her child, and she would do anything for me.

"This feeling is so good..."

Although my body was still shivering from the cold, I didn't regret anything I had done. In my eyes, Aunt Brigitte was not only an elder, but also a mature and exceptionally beautiful woman. In the past, besides respect, I had secretly harbored a wicked thought deep in my heart that I couldn't tell anyone, but at this moment, my heart was pure and without a trace of filth.

"If only it could always be like this."

Under the warmth of Aunt Brigitte's breasts, my face gradually regained sensation. At this moment, I thought of my mother, and also of Anda, who had passed away many years ago. I secretly vowed that even if it cost me my life, I would protect Aunt Brigitte and not let her suffer any more harm.

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As my body gradually warmed up, the next situation became very awkward. Aunt Brigitte's body was so full and alluring. Last time, when I was played with by the transvestite angel, I was so grief-stricken that I didn't really take a good look at Aunt Brigitte's body. My aunt's breasts were quite full, her firm breasts almost touching. When she warmed my face with her breasts, my nose was buried deep in that alluring cleavage, and I almost choked with excitement. With such intimate contact, what if my revitalized lower body reacted with a "male reaction"? How would I cope?

As my maternal side of my aunt was gradually replaced by her "feminine" side, I couldn't control my impure thoughts. Yet, I didn't want to leave her warm embrace. Besides, the sleeping bag was so small; with two people crammed in, there was no space at all, no way to separate. So, I had to distract myself with conversation, also using it to cover up our awkward situation. From my

aunt, I learned that I had been unconscious for two whole days, during which time I had teetered on the brink of death several times, only saved by my aunt's selfless rescue. And Brigitte had left the southern Valen Pass for the north to search for her long-lost daughter.

Not long ago, Brigitte met the High Priest Mancini, who was traveling throughout the empire. This last remaining old astrologer gave Brigitte this prophecy:

"Go north, keep going north, and there you can find your lost daughter. But the moment you and your daughter reunite will be the moment your life ends!"

Hearing his words, Brigitte went to the cold north to search for her daughter, but the curse suddenly struck, and a celestial calamity erupted. What I find strange is that after G?del created the Dragon-Sealing Needle, after my and the Emperor's personal testing and adjustments, we spent half a year improving it, and now it is basically harmless. He gave each of the seven-transformation dragon warriors a set. With the Dragon-Sealing Needle, Aunt Brigitte should have been able to easily escape the celestial calamity, but this time she didn't use it.

"I didn't bring that thing with me. If I really am going to die under the celestial calamity, then let it be..."

The love triangle with her father and the Emperor, and the disappearance of her daughter, had already tormented Brigitte to the point of exhaustion. She had no intention of using the Dragon-Sealing Needle to prolong her life. I didn't know how to comfort Brigitte, so I could only try my best to guide her and persuade her not to give up hope. When she asked me the purpose of my trip, I told her everything truthfully.

The true purpose of Prince Auder's actions, and the Emperor's actual intention in sending me out, also puzzled Brigitte. So Brigitte decided to come with me to Dandenong; with her support, any conspiracy against me could be easily dealt with.

Brigitte and I talked all day, and as evening approached, we couldn't find anything to talk about anymore. To reduce the awkwardness, we lay back to back, not speaking for a long time, neither of us knowing what the other was thinking.

"She's my aunt, my most respected aunt, don't think nonsense!"

When I was awake, I kept reminding myself of this thought, successfully suppressing my evil thoughts, but what about when I fell asleep...?

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The long night passed, and I slept very restlessly that night. Of course, lying so intimately with my most respected Aunt Brigitte, it was impossible for me to sleep peacefully.

In my heart, on one hand, Brigitte was my elder, the woman my father deeply loved, and I could only respect her and not harbor any improper thoughts towards her; on the other hand, I knew that Aunt Brigitte was a woman, a beautiful woman, whose beauty had driven two dragon warriors with a deep brotherly friendship to madness and turned them into enemies. She was like a diamond, and the passage of time and the trials of fate had only made her radiance more captivating.

Although only our backs and hips were in contact, and although I kept reminding myself in my heart, the flame burning in my heart did not go out all night.

I had forbidden dreams all night long.

I nestled in Aunt Brigitte's arms, my hands cupping her breasts, my teeth gently nibbling at her tender nipples, sucking on her sweet milk. My lower body was deep within her warm, moist cavity, moving in and out…

Brigitte didn't resist or refuse my forbidden violation; she looked at me calmly, her gaze like that of a mother tenderly gazing at her beloved son.

"Ah, what am I doing?"

Looking into those peaceful eyes, my vision blurred, and in an instant, Aunt Brigitte's face transformed into my mother's…

"Mom!"

Startled, I woke from my dream…

"Ah, damn it! How could this happen…"

After waking from my erotic dream, I immediately discovered something terrible—my crotch was soaking wet; I had ejaculated!

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"This is so embarrassing..."

I crawled out of my warm sleeping bag, turned my back to Auntie, and sat by the fire. I carefully dried my damp underwear; a large patch of yellowish-white mucus had soaked most of the pants, showing how serious the waste of last night's ejaculation was. Auntie Brigitte was still "sleeping" in the sleeping bag behind me. I knew she was pretending to be asleep; our situation was too awkward, and only by playing dumb could we get along.

I wondered if Auntie had found out about my embarrassing wet dream. When I crawled out of the sleeping bag, I smelled a strong fishy smell. If Auntie smelled it too, she was experienced and should be able to guess what it was.

I dried my pants and put them back on. The parts stained with semen were stiff and uncomfortable, but for now, I had no choice but to make do. The campfire had burned all day, leaving only a few branches in the cave. I put my mink coat back on, picked up the Reverse Scale, and left the cave.

Just as I was about to leap out of the cave, Brigitte, who had been pretending to be asleep, finally spoke.

"Don't go! It's cold outside, let me..." "

No, Auntie, this kind of work is better left to men! Lie down first!"

I paused, then left the cave without looking back. Snowflakes were falling heavily outside, and it was even colder. Ten minutes later, I dragged a small tree, about the thickness of my arm, shivering as I "rolled" back into the cave, the situation even worse than yesterday.

As soon as I stepped into the cave, a warm body embraced me. Nestled in Aunt Brigitte's warm embrace, my body trembled uncontrollably.

"Hehehe, I'm freezing..."

Brigitte dragged me back to the warm sleeping bag. The harsh weather and terrible temperature had almost frozen my limbs. What followed was nothing more than a replay of yesterday's events. Nearly naked, Brigitte embraced me, who was only covered by a pair of panties, rubbing her body against mine.

As my body gradually regained sensation, I found it increasingly difficult to resist the allure emanating from Brigitte. For a dragon warrior, fifty years old is no different from eighteen. Her beauty rivaled that of Ruyue; her tanned skin was smooth and delicate like brocade, her hips large and full, her waist breathtakingly slender, and her legs long, straight, and beautifully sculpted. Brigitte was a perfect woman. Ruyue might have surpassed her slightly in some physical aspects, but the spiritual comfort she provided was far inferior. Lying in Brigitte's arms, I felt a warmth, contentment, peace, and tranquility I had only experienced with Adachi before.

I made a fatal mistake; as my body warmed up, in a moment of confusion, I couldn't bear to ask Auntie to stop. I realized my aunt was an extremely attractive woman, and finally, unable to resist the urge, a surge of heat rushed from my head to my lower body, and my revitalized member became erect between Brigitte's legs!

Feeling the impact of something hard against her lower body, Brigitte's body jolted, as if bitten by a venomous snake. She dropped me, curled up slightly, and turned away.

In that instant, I saw an extremely shy expression on my aunt's face.

"Auntie, I...I..."

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say, after all, she was my most respected aunt.

"You've grown up, this, this is normal..."

Brigitte replied, her voice barely a whisper.

We fell into a long silence again. For the rest of the day, we barely spoke a word, both doing the same thing: using the little strength we had regained to heal our wounds, so we could recover our strength as soon as possible and escape this embarrassing situation.

However, as darkness fell, a discovery rekindled the desires I had finally managed to suppress.

During a "careful" turn over, my fingers accidentally touched Aunt Brigitte's waistband—a very light, almost imperceptible touch. As a result, my middle fingertip was covered in a sticky liquid.

I knew exactly what it was, and this sparked the thought of "possessing Aunt Brigitte," which bubbled up repeatedly in my mind. My lower body, which had finally calmed down, became erect again…

I didn't sleep well that night, and Brigitte, who was lying beside me, was also preoccupied. However, because we hadn't fully recovered, we stayed awake for half the night before finally succumbing to exhaustion and falling asleep one after the other. Being in better physical condition, I fell asleep later than Brigitte. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Aunt Brigitte's low murmurs in her sleep; she seemed to be calling my father's name again.

That night, I had another erotic dream. In the dream, I was making love with Aunt Brigitte again, but fortunately, this time I was alert and used my willpower to forcefully stop the urge from escaping. But that unfulfilled longing, that agonizing feeling of falling from heaven to hell, tormented me all night until I woke up early in the morning. As soon as I

regained my senses, I instinctively reached for my "bedmate," only to find that Brigitte wasn't there. Terrified, I looked around and discovered that the scales I'd placed beside my sleeping bag were also gone. While I was still fast asleep, Brigitte had woken up before me, taken the scales, and gone outside the cave to chop wood.

With a sharp slap, I gave myself a hard slap, blaming myself for repeating the same mistake the night before. I cursed myself inwardly, "What are you thinking? Auntie is so good to you, how could you have such ulterior motives towards her?"

I sat cross-legged, slumped down like I'd done something wrong, my erection, which had been hard for most of the night, still rock hard...

[Main Story Part 5: Dark's Mental Breakdown, Episode 24: Incestuous Love] Chapter 4: Temptation

When Brigitte, her body frozen like a fish, dragged a small tree back to the cave, my heart pounded wildly.

I carried the almost unconscious Brigitte back to the sleeping bag, and then what I did was repeat what Auntie had done to me the previous two days.

"Don't get hard, don't get hard!"

"I didn't do anything wrong, I was saving Auntie's life... Oh, Auntie's skin is so nice... Auntie's breasts are so firm... Auntie's..."

"You beast, you beast,

how could you do that to Auntie..." Despite her frozen stiff body, Auntie's perfect figure, graceful curves, and dreamlike, captivating face could not be concealed. Especially her large, proud breasts, which kept teasing my chest. I almost bit my lip until it bled, barely managing to resist placing my lewd hands on them. I kept warning myself, but my hands and legs were doing the opposite of what I warned myself to do. Although I was still wearing the cloak of "treatment," my heart was not pure.

Endure! Endure! Endure! Endure! I could no longer endure it! Aunt Brigitte's cold body, in the end, cruelly awakened my instincts. The demon slowly grew deep in my heart, and my penis slowly rose and stood proudly, once again clamping between Aunt Brigitte's thighs.

Sensing my masculine reaction, Aunt Brigitte's body trembled violently, but she didn't say anything. Of course, in this situation, saying anything would only make both of us feel more embarrassed.

"Damn it, ugh, it hurts..."

I was ashamed, anxious, and angry. I chopped myself with a hand chop, and in the excruciating pain, I finally severely injured and subdued my evil little brother. Then, enduring the pain, I tried my best to expel all evil thoughts from my mind and focused on healing Brigitte. While rubbing Brigitte's body to generate heat, I noticed something: her waistband was stiff and had a large, hardened lump, just like mine, and the lump was quite large.

For the rest of the day, Brigitte and I only exchanged one sentence.

I said, "My strength has recovered a bit; I'll go chop wood tomorrow!"

Her aunt nodded.

That night, I was tormented by a "terrible" erotic dream again, but as soon as the dream began, I, being prepared, forcibly used my will to wake myself up.

"Oh my god, what am I thinking?!"

My head and lower body were aching terribly. Brigitte was my aunt, and the forbidden temptation kept challenging my moral compass. After a long internal struggle, I finally made a decision...

"Back in the day, in Wind City... Never mind, let's do it!"

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My strength has recovered a bit. If I use force, Brigitte won't escape my grasp. But she is my most respected aunt, and I don't want to obtain her through harmful means. As for pursuing her romantically, that method is ineffective against Brigitte, who has weathered countless storms over the years.

My final choice was seduction. Besides stealth and assassination, another strength of the Dark Dragon lineage is dark magic targeting the mental realm, and my signature skill, Mind Storm, is one of them. This kind of dark magic that affects the mind mainly relies on the caster's own mental strength. Although I was severely injured by the Heavenly Tribulation and my strength had not fully recovered, my mental strength remained unaffected, making the use of this type of magic effortless.

Brigitte is not a woman with an extremely strong will like Ruyue (Ruyue is almost completely immune to mental magic); on the contrary, her spirit is quite fragile. If I were to use a charm spell on her, I could easily deceive her body. However, this method is too powerful and leaves too many traces; she would surely notice afterwards, and the consequences would be unimaginable. To make such a grave mistake for a moment's pleasure would be neither worthwhile nor wise.

Therefore, I chose the method of entering her dream. I had played this game before, sending my own consciousness into Brigitte's inner world, planting seeds in her stagnant inner world, and stirring up ripples.

Without further ado, after confirming that Brigitte was fast asleep, I cast the dream spell and entered Brigitte's dream.

An ordinary person will have several dreams in a night, but usually, they won't remember any of them. I ventured into Aunt Brigitte's dream. The first two dreams I encountered were merely fragmented memories of her youth and middle age, of little use.

Aunt Brigitte's third dream, however, was a beautiful dream, a scene from her date with her father. The two were boating hand-in-hand on a lakeside, their eyes filled with boundless love as they gazed at each other. I watched from the shadows for a long time, unable to find an opportunity to intervene.

Brigitte's fourth dream, however, depicted a past she least wanted to recall. In the

pitch-black night, under the dim candlelight, a heavily pregnant woman lay on her bed, sweating profusely, howling and panting—the most painful moment of Brigitte's life.

The childbirth process was tense and painful; though it was just a dream, the scene brief and fragmented, I, as an "observer," felt as if I were experiencing it myself, my heart aching.

After a loud cry, the midwife "held" an extremely cute baby girl from Brigitte's lower body and presented her to her.

"Ah, it's a girl, so beautiful!"

After giving birth, drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted, Brigitte reached out and took the baby. Her fingers gently stroked the infant's face, a warm smile spreading across her lips.

Just as I was moved by this scene, a look of tension suddenly crossed Brigitte's face, as if she sensed something was about to happen. She held the baby tightly in her arms.

"My child, my child!"

At that moment, the surrounding candlelight suddenly went out automatically, plunging the room into complete darkness. In the instant the light disappeared, the two midwives who had been surrounding Brigitte also vanished.

With a crash, the window against the wall shattered, and a dark figure burst through the glass, lunging at Brigitte on the bed. In the darkness, I saw a pair of gleaming silver eyes.

"Silver eyes? Just like the ones my ancestor saw back then... Could it be..."

Shocked, I suppressed the urge to intervene, standing guard to the side, waiting for a chance to see the figure's true form. However, things didn't go as planned. Brigitte had just given birth and was extremely weak, utterly powerless to resist. The figure easily knocked her to the ground, snatched the baby, and then burst out the window.

Without thinking, I immediately revealed myself and chased after him, wanting to see his true face. However, when I emerged from the window, I found myself in a dark void, with nothing around me.

"Damn it, how could I forget! This is all a dream. Everything I saw was imagined by Auntie, hazy and illusory. The world of dreams and the real world are different."

Having experienced being in someone else's dream before, I immediately understood what was going on. What I saw in the dream was merely a product of Brigitte's subconscious, and it was bound to differ from the real events of that year. But one thing was certain: that dark figure, those silver eyes, I was convinced that they were definitely not something Brigitte had fabricated; they must be the true face of the raider.

"They all have silver eyes. Could the guy who kidnapped Brigitte's daughter be connected to Polly's lover, or is he his descendant?"

As I pondered the connection between the two while in the void of the dream, a mournful cry reached my ears.

"My child! No! Give me back my child!"

Looking back, the room was bright again. A weak Brigitte lay on the floor, struggling to get up, then falling down again. She got up, then fell down again. She barely made it to the window, reaching out her right hand into the empty space, futilely grasping, trying to hold onto something. Her heart-wrenching cries were enough to break the heart of anyone who heard them.

"Ah..."

The cries of a mother who had lost her daughter were heartbreaking, and I almost burst into tears myself. I knew my aunt was having a nightmare, even if it was just a dream, and I felt I should do something for her.

"A child? I've got it, it's a dream!"

Based on my memory, I conjured up a baby out of thin air, returned to the room, and returned the child to Brigitte.

"Auntie, the child is here! I chased that guy away and got him back for you!"

"My child, my child!"

Brigitte's eyes lit up when she saw the child. She snatched the baby, ignoring me standing right in front of her, and began to breastfeed.

Finally, the nightmare dream turned into a sweet one. Seeing the happy smile return to my aunt's face, I felt deeply ashamed, secretly cursing myself for being a beast, harboring such wicked intentions towards her.

"Oh no, how could I forget to change my appearance? At least I should appear as Dad! Appearing directly in Aunt's dream like this, what if she notices something amiss..."

Thinking this, I quickly withdrew my dream-entering technique, letting my consciousness return to my body. As soon as I awoke in my own body, I felt a little stuffy—it was because my thoughts in the dream had manifested in my body. Aunt Brigitte was holding me tightly, her clothes slightly undone, my face pressed against her full breasts, my nostrils filled with her alluring fragrance. Because she was holding her daughter tightly in the dream, afraid she would be taken away again, she was holding me very tightly in reality, and I couldn't break free even if I wanted to.

"Ugh, how could this happen... But... I like it!"

I was so excited I almost had a nosebleed on the spot. Just as I was hesitating whether to open my mouth to "milk," Auntie's body stirred slightly, and she hummed softly, clearly about to wake up. In those few seconds, I quickly reacted, withdrawing my consciousness from my body and relaxing my body, pretending to be truly asleep.

The fingers pressing on my head loosened, and Brigitte woke up. Upon waking, realizing her unconscious actions in the dream, her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively released her arms and pushed me aside. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, unable to see Brigitte's current expression, but I imagined she must be incredibly shy.

I felt Auntie's gaze lingering on my face. A dozen seconds later, I heard a long sigh,

"You look just like him..."

My face felt slightly itchy, and a hand pressed against my cheek. Auntie Brigitte had secretly touched me while I was asleep! My heart surged, and in my excitement, my eyelids trembled slightly. Brigitte, thinking she had woken me, swiftly withdrew her hand. I was filled with regret, anticipating that Brigitte might try to "avoid" me, and quickly tried to salvage the situation.

I pretended to roll over in my sleep, placing my right hand on Brigitte's body, mumbling incoherently,

"Mommy, Mommy! It's so cold!"

I curled up, deliberately leaning against Brigitte. Sure enough, my actions aroused her maternal instincts; she opened her arms and hugged me tightly. My face pressed against her breast, a gesture that once again made my blood boil. My semen split into two streams, one rushing to my nasal cavity, the other to my lower body, almost giving me away. Fortunately, I immediately used a secret technique passed down from my ancestors to put my body into a state of suspended animation, preventing my erection from alerting her.

I thought to myself, "This is so good, so incredibly good! Auntie, just treat me like my father, and love me like your child!"

The devil's horns and tail reappeared on my body once more...

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Nothing happened that night.

I struggled to suppress my lust and managed to sleep soundly in Aunt Brigitte's warm embrace. Auntie's feelings for me weren't deep enough yet; this wasn't the best time to possess her. I had to wait.

Early the next morning, as Brigitte gently loosened her entangled limbs and tried to climb out of the sleeping bag, I, startled awake, "timely" "woke up.

" "Auntie, it's freezing cold; let me, the man, do the chopping!"

As I left the sleeping bag, I overlooked one thing: my hard penis was bulging out of my underwear, and the opening of the sleeping bag was small; Auntie inevitably saw my embarrassing lower body. Although it was just a normal physiological phenomenon that often occurs in men in the morning, I still felt incredibly embarrassed.

Brigitte, however, took the initiative to ease my embarrassment: "You're a man now, everyone feels this way in the morning! That Bordeaux kid… it's normal…"

My face flushed slightly, and I could only hide my awkwardness with a constant, silly laugh. I stammered, somewhat flustered and incoherently, "Thank you, Auntie! Hehe… um, yeah… that… um… Auntie, actually you look quite pretty when you wake up in the morning!"

Having put on my mink coat, I was about to leave the cave when Brigitte stopped me. She said it was too cold in the morning and I should wait until the temperature warmed up around noon. So I sat by the embers to warm myself, while Auntie remained in her sleeping bag. After the dream I had last night, Auntie's attitude towards me was noticeably warmer.

During our conversation, Brigitte told me that when the calamity occurred, I didn't need to risk my life to save her, who was on the verge of death. She wanted me to promise her that if something similar happened again, I would never interfere.

I immediately shook my head in refusal.

"Before my mother died, she asked me what I would do if the most important person in my life were in danger. I swore to her with my heart: I would protect them with my life! Auntie, you are the auntie I respect and love the most, I will not stand by and watch someone die!"

Actually, the vow I made to my mother was that I would sincerely treat every girl I had ever been with, and that I would never let them shed tears for me. Although the truthfulness of this vow was questionable, it was true that I risked my life to save Brigitte, so I felt no guilt when I lied. Although Brigitte shook her head and said I was being silly, she was secretly very happy, and without realizing it, our relationship had grown a little closer.

At noon, I went to the woods outside the cave to chop wood. By this time, my strength had recovered by nearly ten percent. Although I couldn't transform yet, my resistance to the cold had significantly increased. With my newfound strength, chopping wood became a breeze. Back in the cave, although I was still shivering from the cold, I wasn't as wretched as before. After warming myself by the fire for a while, I was completely recovered.

Originally, I could have intentionally let the cold air freeze me like an ice monkey, so Aunt Brigitte could "heal" me with her warm body. But I didn't want to use such a low method because I felt it would be an insult to both of us.

I longed to put my part into Brigitte's body, to feel that wonderful, motherly feeling—a feeling I hadn't experienced since Anda's death. Many times, Aunt Brigitte felt like Anda to me. I loved her, and I didn't want to add to her wounded heart for a moment's pleasure. I would find my way to make her willingly accept me.

Ultimately, I wanted Brigitte to be my woman, my lover.

Aunt Brigitte was my elder, and she was old enough to be my mother. But seniority, ethics, and societal views couldn't affect me. I, Dark, Xiunaida, would pursue any woman I liked without hesitation. Ethics, other people's opinions—all that was bullshit! I would do what I wanted!

"Because I like it, that's why I do it!"

Perhaps I'm selfish, but that's just me, Dark. The Schneider way of life.

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That night, I deliberately refused to go back to my sleeping bag to rest. In this cold cave, how could a mink coat keep me warm? Finally, only after Brigitte's repeated requests did I "reluctantly" lie down with my aunt. Brigitte's attitude towards me was better than before, all because I "saved" her daughter in my dream. Although it was just a dream, it greatly increased her goodwill towards me.

That night, I used the same trick again, entering Brigitte's dream once more. Brigitte's dream was still fragmented and chaotic, often just a few seconds long, featuring many characters, but her father's face appeared most frequently, mostly in warm scenes from their dates.

"It seems Auntie really does like Dad. The characters appearing in her dreams are mostly old men."

I was very happy to discover that the person Auntie truly liked was Dad.

When Brigitte dreamed of swimming in the river, I seized the opportunity to appear as Dad.

"Old man, you're dead, but sitting in the latrine without doing your business is a terrible thing! Even if there are a thousand reasons, you can't let such a beautiful, charming, and kind Auntie Brigitte live a life of widowhood for a super womanizer like you! Auntie has been celibate for many years. If I don't take advantage of her, that dog of an emperor will eventually get his way! As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders.' It's only right for a son to repay his father's debts. You owe Auntie Brigitte a lot, so I, as her son, will repay it for you!"

From Dad's diary, I know that Brigitte loved swimming when she was young, and she especially loved skinny dipping. Lying on the beach to sunbathe after swimming was her favorite thing to do—that's how Auntie got her tanned skin. Back then, to please Brigitte, the Crown Prince of Aura deliberately designated a famous lake in the city of Wind City as a forbidden area, allowing her to enjoy it all by herself, which almost caused public outrage.

When Brigitte dreamed of swimming, I, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately changed my appearance and appeared as my father.

My "dad's" entrance was as follows: wearing a sun hat and only shorts, I set up an easel on the beach and silently painted, the subject of which, of course, was Brigitte swimming naked.

Brigitte, who was enjoying her swim, suddenly realized someone was nearby and turned around in surprise.

"Keith, is that you?"

I smiled without saying a word and continued painting, my gaze towards Brigitte devoid of any lust. Although my father was a womanizer back then, using this method of painting nudes to deceive countless girls, he was extremely serious when painting. No matter how beautiful and sexy the woman was, his eyes were only on art, and he would never have the slightest evil thought.

I perfectly mimicked my father's expression, and Brigitte asked again, but I still didn't answer.

Brigitte, fresh from the water, stood before me, completely naked. Her delicate skin, moistened by the water, shimmered in the sunlight, her unadorned body radiating a dazzling beauty. From her angelic face to her smooth, flat back, her proud, firm breasts, and her round, white buttocks, every part of Brigitte's body was a gift from heaven.

Staring blankly at "me," her eyes brimming with tears, she reflected a mix of emotions: joy, shyness, guilt, and regret.

"Keith, haven't you been dead for many years?"

Despite being asleep, Brigitte retained a degree of self-awareness; she remembered her father had been dead for years and vaguely understood that this was all a dream.

"I know this must all be a dream, but it's okay, Keith, don't leave me! It was all my fault back then, please forgive me!"

I was suddenly tackled to the beach by Brigitte, and then her hot, voluptuous body pressed against me. After tearing off my only covering, Brigitte took my lower body into her mouth.

I knew it was all a dream, all Brigitte's subconscious actions, all an illusion, but I couldn't bear to give up the chance to be intimate with Brigitte. Whether it was a dream or reality, being able to become one with Auntie, what more could I ask for in this life?

I used both my mouth and tongue to lick her with pleasure, making Brigitte laugh and moan, then used both hands to play with her breasts, making her unbearably itchy and aroused, then pressed my face against her chest, listening to her warm heartbeat after another. Finally, I pulled out my pent-up member, which had been dormant for days, and thrust it forcefully into Brigitte's body. Soon, I heard Brigitte's almost frenzied moans and cries of lust...

Brigitte and I rolled onto the beach, our bodies writhing incessantly. Although it was just a dream, during the frenzied pleasure, I strongly felt Brigitte's love for her father. The shame and fear of breaking the law, and the excitement of tasting forbidden fruit, two completely opposite emotions entangled my heart, incredibly stimulating. I shouted in my heart:

"Old man, even if you call me a beast, I will still do it with Auntie! I love her, so I want her! That's the kind of person your son is! No one can stop me!"

Brigitte spread her legs wide, straddling me, her body heaving up and down, panting softly, her flower core constantly devouring my penis. The surrounding space of consciousness also violently shook and collapsed with the fluctuations of the master's emotions in the dream. This fluctuation, in turn, affected Brigitte's real physical body. I knew that the moment Brigitte reached her climax in the dream was the moment she regained consciousness. So, just before reaching her peak, I withdrew my consciousness from Brigitte's dream.

Before leaving Brigitte's dream, I did one thing: I dropped my disguise and transformed my body and face into those of a six-year-old boy.

Brigitte, aroused by lust, was suddenly horrified to discover just before reaching her climax that the one "riding" beneath her was not her long-awaited lover, but his child, a little boy only six years old!

I lay on the beach, feigning a groggy state from just waking up, rubbing my eyes, and innocently asked Brigitte:

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

As Brigitte reached her climax in a state of shock, her consciousness also became fully awake due to extreme astonishment.

Panting heavily, she woke from her erotic dream, only to find herself even more horrified to discover that she had made another grave mistake—due to her unconscious actions in the dream, her hands were now tightly embracing the grown-up boy, her legs shamelessly clamping around his waist, and her panties were soaked from the surging passion of the dream.

The one who had caused all this now feigned ignorance, shaking her head with both hands and asking with concern:

"Auntie, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Your screams were so scary..."

[Part 5: Dark's Heart Loses Its Guard, Episode 24: An Incestuous Love] Chapter 5: Fallen

The next morning, Brigitte, who hadn't slept well all night, climbed out of her sleeping bag early and sat by the fire. Her panties, completely soaked from last night's erotic dream, were now being dried.

That day, when I spoke with Brigitte, I noticed she was deliberately avoiding my gaze, not daring to look me in the eye. I knew the time was almost right.

After several days of rest, my injuries were 90% healed, and my strength had recovered nearly 20%. Brigitte, whose condition was more serious than mine, had also recovered some strength. Although I couldn't transform yet, the cold was no longer so terrifying.

Using the excuse of searching for food (we had just run out of food), I left the cave again to hunt in the icy wilderness. An hour later, I returned to the cave carrying two snow chickens. Although my body's resistance to cold had increased considerably, my body was still frozen stiff due to insufficient clothing and the frigid weather.

This time, I refused to return to my warm sleeping bag and instead sat alone by the fire to warm myself. At the moment I rejected Brigitte, I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes. That day, I took meticulous care of Brigitte, fearing she might catch even the slightest cold, but I intentionally distanced myself from her. I wouldn't speak unless she did, and Brigitte keenly sensed my aloofness, her eyes growing increasingly dejected.

That night, as we went to sleep, I told Brigitte that we were, after all, different men and women, and now that I had recovered, we should keep our distance. I sat by the fire all night wrapped in a mink coat. Of

course, I wasn't idle that night either. After Brigitte fell asleep, I entered her dream again. Having suffered from nightmares and erotic dreams for two consecutive nights, Brigitte's mental state was noticeably worse. So, I carefully cast a spell, using external force to stir up memories in her mind, influencing the dream that controlled her. I made her recall the scene of saving me in the snow years ago. The Dark Dragon's research into mental magic is second only to the Azure Sea Dragon. If necessary, I could have directly manipulated Brigitte's dream from the outside, hypnotizing her within it, but afterwards, Brigitte would inevitably discover that it was my doing. I used only the gentlest method—stirring up nascent memories—and chose a time when she was mentally weakened, precisely to leave no trace for Brigitte to discover.

I only slightly altered the ending of this past event. When the scene progressed to Brigitte holding the young me in her arms for warmth, and the six-year-old "me" unconsciously suckling at Brigitte's nipple, I used magic to influence Brigitte's brain nerves. At this moment, Brigitte felt an incredibly intense tingling sensation running from her breasts down to her lower body. With each sip of milk from the six-year-old me, Brigitte's body trembled violently, shaking uncontrollably, and she even developed a strong, erotic desire for the young me.

"Auntie, whether we can take things further depends on your own subjective will!"

Having succeeded, I immediately withdrew from Brigitte's dream, letting the rest of the dream unfold freely. If I were to use suggestive hypnosis at this moment, I could easily make Brigitte wake up aroused and then take advantage of her. But I didn't want to do that. I believed everything should be up to Brigitte's own will—actually, this idea was utterly pointless and shameless, a complete self-deception. But doing so would make me feel much better in my conscience, because I was giving my aunt "room for maneuver."

I don't know what Brigitte's dream was like later; I only know that she tossed and turned all night, clearly suffering greatly in her dream.

When she finally woke up from the "nightmare" I had created, she discovered something even worse than having a wet dream: I had caught a cold and fallen ill.

Normally, dragon warriors rarely get sick, except for dragon plague; catching a cold or fever is more like a joke to them. But because of my injuries, my body was much weaker, and my immunity to disease was greatly reduced. Most importantly, last night, while Brigitte was asleep, I secretly inhaled the cold into my body, intentionally making it impossible for me not to get sick. My plan was to exploit Brigitte's maternal weakness, overlapping my image with that of her father in her mind, ultimately achieving my ulterior motive.

Although it was just a high fever, Brigitte, who cared deeply for me, was incredibly anxious. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no medicine or medical care, she could only forcibly pull me into her sleeping bag to save me, unknowingly falling into my trap…

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I lay in Brigitte's arms, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Dark, cheer up! Don't scare Auntie!"

My forehead was burning hot, almost hot enough to fry an egg, and my body was even experiencing slight convulsions. This wasn't an act; I was genuinely sick! Having almost never been ill, this time it almost backfired, proving the old saying: illness strikes like a landslide; once the body collapses, even God can't stop it! Brigitte held my burning body, so anxious she was almost in tears. With no medicine or medical care available, she could only resort to a folk remedy, warming me again with her own body, hoping to alleviate my condition through sweating.

"It's so cold, Auntie, so cold..."

Although I had a high fever, my mind was still half-clear, entirely due to the divine contract Michael had imposed on me that day. After I merged with Kayura, ninety percent of the divine contract's power was dispelled, but the remaining ten percent remained. This light-attribute contract seal acted again at this moment, releasing a gentle power to protect my brain.

"The divine contract? The Dragon King's final mental attack was enough to completely shatter my consciousness, yet I survived. Could it be because of this contract? Michael put this on me, what is he (or she) trying to do?"

Half-clear, half-dazed, half intentional, half instinctive, I pressed my face against Brigitte's firm breasts again, rubbing them incessantly, my chapped lips scraping against Brigitte's chest. Brigitte thought I was completely delirious from the fever, and instead of resisting, she actively wrapped her limbs around my body.

"Auntie, thirsty, water, water!"

Brigitte frantically searched for water, only to find the water bottle empty. These past few days we'd been drinking snow to quench our thirst; it wouldn't be a problem for a healthy person, but a patient couldn't do that.

While Brigitte was racking her brains for water, I, unbearably thirsty, took the initiative. I grabbed her only undergarment and ripped it open,

revealing her full breasts. Two rosy nipples stood erect, like two mouthwatering fruits. Tormented by both thirst and lust, I climbed up her high peaks, gliding over her swollen areolas, and squeezed them firmly in my hands.

"Oh my god! Oh my god, no, ah... mmm..."

Suddenly attacked on her chest, Brigitte cried out. Before she could react, half-asleep, I opened my mouth and took the left pink nipple into my mouth, sucking it vigorously. The dry, rough lips rubbed against Brigitte's most sensitive upper body, sending an electric-like tingling sensation from her breasts throughout her body. Brigitte let out a long scream, but her body went limp, and her strength vanished in an instant.

"Auntie, water..."

I suckled like a baby, desperately trying to draw out the sweet milk. Brigitte tried to push me away, but my infantile instincts awakened her maternal instincts, making her unable to resist. The itchy, tingling sensation constantly disturbed Brigitte's thoughts. She held my head motionless, letting me steal her kisses without resistance, her mind a jumbled mess.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, like a thirsty infant, unable to draw the nectar from the left nipple, I stubbornly switched to the other, swallowing it all, sucking even harder, my tongue diligently teasing the hard nipples, making Brigitte's already bright red nipples swell and become even more erect. Sometimes, my teeth would even retaliate by gently biting the nipple.

My infantile actions made Brigitte unable to resist; her maternal instincts prevented her from refusing a child's request for milk from its mother.

But I wasn't a child; I was a grown man, taller than Brigitte. Our bodies were so intimately connected, my fever was high, and the unique masculine scent emanating from my skin seeped into Brigitte's body, driving her wild with desire. Only then did Brigitte realize I wasn't a child, but a mature man!

Aunt Brigitte was, after all, a woman, a mature woman, a woman who had been celibate for many years! When my instincts were awakened, physical desire clashed with maternal instincts, but the biggest conflict was with the lingering moral and ethical concepts of generational hierarchy in her mind.

"Reasonably," she knew what I was doing was wrong; "emotionally," she didn't want to give up the pleasure of "being a mother"; and "instinctively," she found it hard to resist the call of sexual desire. These three emotions fought back and forth in her mind, leaving her confused and completely at a loss.

Meanwhile, my mouth, tongue, and hands showed no sign of stopping. My lips sucked and smacked, constantly increasing the stakes of maternal instinct and desire. At this moment, Brigitte felt a large, hard object repeatedly touching her lower body, and her heart raced even more.

Brigitte began to pant, her body burning hot and her mind agitated. She managed to reach out of her sleeping bag, grab a piece of ice, and put it in her mouth, hoping to calm herself down.

"Water, water!"

I wouldn't give Brigitte a chance to regain her senses. With a forceful thrust of my hands, I stretched out my head and opened my mouth wide, capturing her fragrant lips and sucking hard, snatching the ice and swallowing it. Not only that, having tasted the sweetness, I went even further, my long tongue exploring Brigitte's mouth, seeking every drop of sweet saliva, as if I had never been so thirsty.

Seeing my thirst, maternal instincts suppressed her reason. Brigitte not only didn't resist, but actively extended her tongue, offering mouthful after mouthful of sweet saliva. This action completely destroyed the last bit of rationality in Brigitte, leaving only maternal love for me and her own carnal desire.

"Auntie, you're so good! I love you, Auntie, don't leave me!"

I murmured, my eyes half-closed, my hands loosening their grip on her breasts and sliding down her firm, smooth belly. One hand slipped inside her panties, while the other pulled out my hard penis.

Brigitte's panties were already soaked with nectar. I grabbed the waistband and pulled it down forcefully, exposing the hidden, sticky forest. If I weren't so weak from my illness, I would have torn this last barrier to shreds without hesitation.

Whether I could finally possess Brigitte depended on this moment.

"Auntie, you're so good, I want you, Auntie!"

Without further hesitation, I thrust my hips upward with all my might, determined to break through the final barrier. My thick jade pillar slammed into that soft, warm flower core, and just as I was about to break through the barrier and penetrate upward, my penis tightened, gripped firmly by a hand.

In the critical moment, Brigitte reacted instinctively, her five fingers restraining my penis, preventing me from crossing the line.

"Keith's son, no..."

Brigitte's eyes shone with a seductive light, her breath coming in heavy gasps as she looked at me pleadingly.

"Auntie, it hurts so much! Da Xiu wants Auntie, Auntie, please don't leave me!"

I cried out in pain like a boy abandoned by his mother, my lower body retreating slightly before I thrust forward again. Brigitte's hand, gripping my penis, dared not use too much force nor loosen its grip, resulting in her using her hand to relieve me.

The Divine Contract only kept me partially conscious, but the high fever was also affecting my body, and coupled with the torment of lust, I felt a fire burning inside me, desperately needing a cool spring to quell the flames in my heart.

At this moment, my body's actions were gradually controlled by instinct, and I shifted my position, attacking Brigitte's sensitive breasts again. I grasped Brigitte's breasts with both hands, kneading them vigorously, as if trying to squeeze out milk. Compared to a few years ago, Brigitte's breasts were much fuller than during her sixth transformation, and her skin had turned a healthy tan. This was entirely due to her physical transformation; with each transformation, the Dragon Warrior's body structure changed, evolving into a stronger state.

"Give it to me, Auntie, I'm so thirsty, so hot, so uncomfortable!"

I groaned in pain as I sucked hard on her swollen nipples, causing Brigitte's body to tremble and her to become weak. Although Brigitte gripped the base of my penis, making it difficult for me to advance, how big were her hands? And since she dared not exert any force, I took a deep breath, pressed my lower abdomen forward with all my might, and the exposed half of my penis dragged Brigitte's hand forward again.

I groaned, gripping Brigitte's breasts tightly with both hands, making it difficult for her to move. Despite being restrained by her hand, my lower body still slowly advanced forward, a warm, wet sensation coming from my lower body, followed by the feeling of being restrained by pressure. I knew that the tip of my penis had successfully entered Brigitte's body.

Feeling a strong, unusual sensation in her lower body, Brigitte tensed all her muscles, her left hand pressing down on my lower abdomen. Her body writhed upwards like a snake, trying to break free from beneath me.

With her last shred of reason, she pleaded, "No! Keith's son, don't do this..."

The high fever hadn't clouded my judgment, but lust had consumed my reason. Consumed by this raging fire, all schemes and tricks were cast aside; all I wanted was to merge with Brigitte as quickly as possible.

One step forward was heaven, one step back was hell; I was trapped between the two. Just one more step forward and my wish would be fulfilled, but Brigitte's final resistance made it impossible for me to advance an inch. The high fever had ultimately damaged my body; I tried to launch several attacks, but each time I failed due to insufficient strength.

In an almost wailing voice, I pleaded with Brigitte, "Auntie, I'm so thirsty, so uncomfortable! Give it to me! I want you, Auntie! Dak likes you, please don't leave me!"

Brigitte's face was also burning red, a mixture of shyness and primal excitement, her beauty breathtaking. At this moment, she was enduring the dual torment of lust and morality. Although her consciousness and body were on the verge of collapse, her last shred of reason forced her to hold onto her final line of defense, preventing me from making any further progress.

"Dak, it's not that Auntie doesn't want to give it to you, but I'm your auntie! Waaah...no...waaah...waaah..."

When Brigitte spoke, pleading in a tone remarkably similar to mine, I lowered my head and kissed her again, sucking out her tongue and devouring her saliva mouthful by mouthful.

I kept swallowing Brigitte's saliva and inhaling deeply, but Brigitte's condition worsened. My assault made it difficult for her to breathe, and at this moment, my hands cooperated by ravaging her breasts, grabbing and kneading her full breasts, her delicate nipples subjected to occasional mild abuse. My thick tongue pressed against the base of Brigitte's tongue, churning and churning, all these actions like a millstone, slowly shattering her reason.

Normally, a dragon warrior can hold their breath for a long time, but Brigitte, unable to transform, is no different from an ordinary person. Her brain is fogged up from prolonged suffocation, weakening her resistance. Sensing Brigitte's change, I seized the opportunity to launch my final attack, pinching her testicles and twisting them forcefully.

A strong electric shock of pleasure instantly spread through my mind, causing Brigitte to relax, her hands instinctively retracting to protect her chest—a fatal mistake. Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, my already taut, almost bleeding penis thrust upwards with all its might, breaking through the last barrier and entering the depths of her flower garden.

"Ah, this barrier, this feeling, it's a hymen! It's Auntie's hymen! All these years, Auntie really hasn't been with that dog emperor, that's wonderful! I love Auntie!"

Brigitte's wet, tight vagina is undoubtedly no less than Ruyue's legendary treasure, but what excites me most is that thin barrier within her passage. Dragon warriors possess a constitution unlike mortals. After each transformation, old injuries automatically heal, even those severed features or limbs regrown. While this powerful regenerative ability is undoubtedly a good thing, it presents a challenge for female dragon warriors, as their hymens regenerate with each transformation. If a female dragon warrior has a man early in life, she will experience this deflowering pain many times…

Although Brigitte isn't a true virgin, discovering that she has maintained a distance from the Emperor all these years fills me with immense joy! Even more exciting is that I have completely possessed Aunt Brigitte, the angel I fantasized about and longed for in my childhood.

At the same moment, I threw my head back, so excited I wanted to shout:

the instant my flower bud was breached, Brigitte, finally able to breathe, let out a long, mournful cry, her long legs kicking wildly as she struggled, tears streaming from her beautiful, crystalline eyes, crying out, "No... this can't be... I'm... sob..."

I kissed her again, sealing her mouth with a long kiss, giving Brigitte's body time to adjust and fully adapt to the size of my penis. My penis was fully inside Brigitte, the surrounding walls trembling uncomfortably from the intrusion of the foreign object; clearly, it hadn't been filled for many years.

I released her, showering her chest with passionate kisses.

"Auntie, you're so good to me! Auntie, I love you, I'll make you the happiest woman in the world!"

I hummed excitedly, cupping Brigitte's snowy breasts in my hands, sucking hard on her nipples, thrusting my penis forcefully in and out of her vagina.

"No, oh... this can't be! Oh! Stop! Ah!"

Brigitte's resistance had collapsed at this moment. Her hands, which had been protecting her chest, were now weakly placed on my shoulders, offering only symbolic resistance. But a few powerful thrusts immediately turned this resistance into pleasurable enjoyment.

Aunt Brigitte was a mature woman with a body full of desire. She had been deprived of pleasure for over a decade, and in the past few days, I had secretly planted a seed within her. Now, with the spring breeze blowing, the wildfire immediately burned away her last shred of reason.

Knowing Brigitte's weakness, I played with her breasts with all my might, like a boy with a breast fetish. If it were that I was taking her lower body, Brigitte would still have some mental resistance, but she not only did not resist my actions on her breasts, but rather accepted them with a kind of joy. For Brigitte, breasts were a symbol of motherhood, and she only saw my violation as the instinctive reaction of a hungry child.

I pressed myself against Brigitte, my body rising and falling, my penis thrusting relentlessly. Brigitte had completely given up resisting; her hands were on my back, her legs unconsciously clamping around my waist. I easily aroused her desire; her body was fully aroused.

"Auntie, ah! Mom, ah! Good, Auntie, Mom…so happy, so comfortable!"

I moaned incoherently. I was possessing Brigitte, a woman I called Auntie, a woman I once respected like a mother, but now I didn't know what to call her. The firelight flickered and danced with my heavy breathing. I trembled, writhed, waves of pleasure mingling with satisfied bliss. I was drenched in sweat, every cell in my body screaming with joy.

Brigitte's face was tilted to one side, breathing softly, her breath sweet as orchids, her hazy eyes radiating a seductive light—a light of temptation capable of driving any man in the world mad. Her alluring face was surprisingly calm, devoid of sorrow, shame, or emptiness. As her body grew increasingly aroused, Brigitte's mind gradually calmed, a faint smile playing on her lips—the instinctive, contented smile of a breastfeeding mother, gentle and all-encompassing.

My body was actually quite weak; a high fever had already depleted seventy percent of my strength, and excessive excitement and exertion had exhausted the remaining energy. Gradually, I felt my body faltering, and my thrusting slowed unconsciously.

Sensing my exhaustion, Brigitte suddenly moved, opening her arms and easily pinning me beneath her. At that moment, I was powerless to stop her from breaking free. Brigitte

had taken the initiative; exhausted, I relaxed my joints, breathing heavily. My erection, still hard, remained inside her, held tightly by her narrow vulva.

Brigitte placed her hands on either side of my head, looking down at me with an alluring temptation in her eyes, but mostly with calmness and tenderness.

"Auntie, I'm sorry..."

I suddenly felt incredibly guilty, so ashamed that I covered my eyes with my hands, unable to meet Brigitte's gaze.

"Silly child..."

A low sigh came from beside me. Brigitte leaned down and brought her bright red nipple to my lips.

"Thirsty? Come, Mommy will give you milk..."

As I cupped her full, plump breasts in my hands and suckled vigorously, Brigitte, who was on top of me, squeezed her legs together, swaying her waist and pink buttocks, allowing my penis to continue thrusting in and out of her flower path. A large amount of vaginal fluid was constantly secreting from her flower path with the movement of Brigitte's body.

With Brigitte completely in control and responding to me, my penis kept scraping against the tender flesh inside her vulva. Brigitte let out satisfied moans from her nose, her face grew redder and redder, and the speed of her hip thrusts increased. My penis was already deeply embedded in her cervix, my mouth repeatedly sucking on her breasts, while her labia greedily swallowed and released my penis. Taking advantage of Brigitte's initiative, I regained some strength. As my body became more and more excited, I began to take the initiative, hooking my legs up and wrapping them around Brigitte's waist, while my lower abdomen moved in rhythm with Brigitte's thrusts.

"Auntie...no, Mom, you're so good to me!"

"Good boy, suck harder! Mom loves you, come on, Mom will give you milk! Mom will make you feel very comfortable!"

We both moaned and groaned in extreme pleasure. When the climax came, I bent over, put my hands up and hugged Brigitte's back tightly, while my legs wrapped tightly around Brigitte's waist, ejaculating deep inside her. Under the intense impact of the thick semen, Brigitte let out a long scream, her snowy buttocks shaking, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out violently from her flower.

"Mommy, it feels so good, so good!"

"Child, hold Mommy tight, don't leave Mommy!"

I hugged Aunt Brigitte, my body convulsing with excitement. Brigitte, who was also convulsing with pleasure on top of me, closed her arms again, letting me bury my face between her breasts…

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